Over the last three nights I’ve begun to have the most peculiar dreams...recurring dreams. They are so out of the ordinary that I feel I must write about them. I suppose it is a blessing, it's gotten me back into this journal, this being only my second entry.
They go as follows:
They each seem to start the same way. I wake up in a field of tall grass, in the middle of a plain that continues for miles in all directions. The sky is a vivd blue, a comforting sun beating down on my skin. At the same time a gentle breeze works it’s way through my hair. The air smells fresh...sweet, an atmosphere that has never been tainted by the odor of gun powder and death that marks the air in these trenches. Beyond these plains, tall mountains tower over the landscape, mighty slabs of rock capped with snow.
I look out onto what I can only assume is the west and I see, of all things, what looks like a kingdom carved into the mountainside! A beautiful, gleaming, regal castle of high golden and ivory spires, looking out over this pristine land. Water flows from the mountainside and through the kingdom, snaking it’s way to the overhanging side, from which it falls to the surface in a waterfall that seems to drop for miles. Even from my position miles away, I could feel the power that it exudes. It humbled me where I lay.
Opposite this marvel was a kingdom even more incredible, being built completely from what I can tell, on a layer of thick, puffy clouds. It’s incredible defiance of the laws of nature are almost nearly paralleled by it’s incredible grandeur. It has an almost Roman architecture to it, even being complete with a colosseum! Like the mountain kingdom it radiates might. Clouds almost seem like they are part of the kingdom's very construction, forming the whole of many structures entirely! Like the mountain kingdom, waterfalls peppered the kingdom's landscape. Not only that though, but rainbows were falling from this place, as well! They weren't like waking Rainbows, though. They had mass, it looked like they could be physically held.
Beneath both of these marvels lie a small, quaint village. The houses appear to be made of a variety of materials, ranging from wood to thatch, there even appears to be a structure made directly out of a tree! The occasional hot air balloon would either rise or fall into this village, most finding their ways to either of previously mentioned kingdoms. This place didn't exude might as much as it exuded life. From a distance I could tell it was a happy place.
I’m overtaken by the sudden urge to walk toward this village. I rise from my spot on the ground and start my journey. I am without shoes, but even if I had them, I would probably opt to take them off anyway, the grasses being as soft as a fine rug.
After several minutes of walking I am approached by a most fascinating creature...what looks like a miniature horse! A mare from what I could presume. But she was not like any horse I’ve seen before. She was small, standing maybe four feet tall at most, her body was short and very curvy, a pair of wings attached at her shoulders (horses can fly in this world?). She had a symbol on her thigh, it looked like three pink butterflies. She had a long, curved neck, with a roundish head set upon it. She had a very petite muzzle, much smaller than any horse of the waking world. Her coloring was even stranger than her shape. She had short, yellow fur, and long, waving pink hair, the kind of hair I can only presume an angel would have. And her eyes, oh her eyes! I’ve never seen something so beautiful. They’re big, filled with a cornucopia of greenish blue. They were bigger than any eyes I have ever seen on a creature her size before. The natural light shined off of them, given them a constant twinkle. They are so expressive!
A most peculiar looking creature...yet so beautiful.
She has a sense of fearful curiosity in her eyes, obviously just as perplexed about my appearance as I was to hers!
Even though we had only just met, and I had no idea whether she could understand me or not, I have the sudden urge to speak to her, as if I know she’ll understand. But as soon as I spoke one word, her fear must have conquered her curiosity and she darted off, trotting for several feet before opening her wings and flying off into the distance.
Soon after I awake, the usual sights, sounds, and smells of the trenches overtaking the beauty that moments before dominated my mind.
What’s more, when I wake from these dreams, I’m left with a most unusual feeling. It’s not the feeling of waking from normal sleep, it’s different. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s not the kind of feeling one has when they wake from normal sleep, like returning to the river of time after leaving for several hours. It’s...different. The kind of feeling one is left with after they’ve returned home from a far away journey. A feeling of fulfillment that comes from a trip through both time and space.
I must say, these are the most enjoyable dreams I’ve had in a while...they’re a welcome break from this waking life of mine.